Some people say that memory is like poison
But I never want to forget
Those lingering, tireless entanglements
Some people say, what you call forever
It's just a belief
But in reality it never exists
These are some digressions... I don't believe in the existence of fairy tales, but in my heart I believe that fairy tales are really happening around me. This is really contradictory. Aren't people themselves very contradictory? Of course, let me first declare that I will not write tragedies, although most of the stories I appreciate end in tragedy. However, since I want to write it, why not give myself some hope? To make up for some shortcomings in reality, this is probably the reason why some of us like to daydream.